Still digging the evening walk. Bought a pair of Rockport shoes, which taught me 3 things:

Rockport has its own "concept store" right on Newbury street.

I work about a two blocks from Newbury street. I had no idea! This is the danger of the green line, that you emerge at various stops to do things, and never realize that those things are geographically quite close.

I have somehow developed a strong brand loyalty to Rockport. It started with these corny ads in (I think) the 80s, where they talk about how people call their shoes ugly, but they don't care because they're really comfortable and, you know, not THAT ugly. (And now they're actually pretty normal looking.)

Music Video of the Moment

--I like Lite-Brite. Except for the way it used up black paper, eliminating the reusability of it. It reminds me a little bit of
this old project of mine, but much cooler. Maybe I should port small gif cinema to Lite-Brite...

Passage of the Moment

The first item on the list [of cleaning products needed by the new housecleaner]: "I will require at least a dozen boxes of Arm & Hammer
Baking Soda because I am allergic to harsh chemicals and prefer to make my own cleaning agents."

Right there, I wanted to call her up and say the deal was off. If there's one thing I'm not allergic to, it's harsh chemicals. I want to know that the blue stuff that cleans the inside of my toilet was tested--and tested again--on rabbits, monkeys, and anything else they can cram into a laboratory cage.
Augusten Burroughs, from "Magical Thinking"... by far my favorite book since I've started reading on the T. Like David Sedaris, but with even more focused gay snark.

Rockstars of the MomentToday's Rockstars, keeping track of one of the newer journalism clichés.